Saturday, June 24, 2017
Kefalonia 2017 - part 2
Kefalonia 2017 - Day 1
Look, the weather has been faultlessly beautiful and all our lovely hotel staff friends are present and correct - so nothing to see here…
Except the lovely Monica has left for pastures new meaning a new evening barman called Theo. Actually, he’s not called Theo at all but when he told us his full name our eyes glazed over and so Theo it is. He introduces us to his signature drink, a ginger flavoured shot he devised himself, and it nearly blew our heads off. He says it's good in everything from a glass of milk, to a cup of tea, to your pint of beer. So far, we've taken his word for it…
And Kostas senior is no longer at reception, but Alex is. He might not be called Alex, but once again glazing over occurred and he will forever be Alex to me.
Kostas Junior isn't back from Uni till the 29th, so we'll miss him working from breakfast to bar closing and which is gutting so instead we have Florian, who is definitely called Florian, although there may be some accents in there somewhere, and he might actually be called Yannis. He is, of course, married to the wonderful Sia (deffo her name) who still keeps a watchful eye over our breakfast, lunch and beer needs in that all important 8.00-17.00 slot. And greets us like long lost friends when we arrive which is just a fantastic way to start your holiday.
So far the big news has been Poolgate. On the one side a 13 strong family group from Birmingham over for a big fat Greek wedding. They like nothing more than to have a full on game of volleyball in the pool, while generally failing miserably to keep it there, and a good old craic round the bar. There are weird haircuts, tattoos, every body shape under the sun and kids who shriek with laughter as they throw themselves in and out of the pool. Obviously the main shrieking happens when they throw themselves out, as this is far more painful than throwing yourself in, but you get my drift.
On the otherside, some right miserable fuckers who seem to think children are to be seen and not heard and no running in the corridors. They are older couples - so our age - who should really be on an adults only all inclusive in the Maldives but whose aspirations outstrip their bank balance. These whinging fuckers are so pathetic that the hotel has banned balls from the pool, and an inflatable crocodile has been confiscated and will be returned at the end of term.
All this has achieved is a rather pathetic looking half inflated croc blocking up reception and the inevitable shitstorm of bad reviews on Trip Advisor from the Birmingham massive. Neither the hotel nor the crocodile deserve their fate, but that's just what happens when you let certain mealy-mouthed, pea-brained in individuals out of the Home Counties and into the heat. It's no wonder their own children don't want to come back from boarding school for the summer and would rather stay there doing extra exams and double detention.
I have some advice for these complete and utter bellends - why not book you next holiday to the wonderful Swiss resort of Dignitas and do us all the favour of never having to put up with your pathetic small mindedness ever again. Holidays in Greece are all about sun, family, stupid fun and friendliness and you twats don't seem to like any of that, so why not never inflict yourselves any more.
# posted by Bucko! @ 1:22 AM 
